The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1887-05-05
TWISTLETON, Q. c.

Many strange things have happened to
me III my life that my friends could never
account for. They could never under
stand the manner of my introduction to
Twtstleton, Q. c., nor why that learned
gentleman, after allowing me to devil his
work for him for time without putting
anything in my way, suddenly used his
power aud influence to put an important
and valuable Junior practice in my hands.
TWiStletOn, q. c., was n hard, selfish
man. In person he was like a badly dried
moth, whose long, old fashioned whiskers
rcsembled the remains of wings. 1t was
of him that it was originally said that he
was the living representative of II tenant
entIil after possibility of issue extinct;
and there was consequently great surprise
when Twist!etOn married Lucy TraverS,
who, as you will remember, was the belle
of her season. But the Travcrses were
not so well off as they pretended to be,
and Twistleton, as we all know, made his
$4,000 Il year, and had, if anything, an
ever increasing practice in the chancery
division.
Twistlcton was undoubtedly q great
lawyer and Il man of strong common sense,
but he had two fads. He was believer
in ghosts and he wrote everything in his
chambers upon Remington typewriter.
Twistleton and his wife were staying
one June in Norfolk, at Lady BarndOre's.
TWistletOn was due in town to argue the
great patent case, concerning sewing ma
chimes, of Buncombe and another vs.
BIdger, in the court of appeals on
Wednesday morning. l expected him
back i'll chambers on the Monday evening,
understanding that he intended rejoining
his wife at the end of the week; for this
case would last at least three days, and
TWiStleton was in several other cases on
the list.
About 8 o'clock on Monday evening
had dined early at my club and was en-
gagged noting up Twistleton's papers, when
he came in, with his Gladstone bag and
rug, looking, as I thought, tired and out
of spirits When Twistleton was in town
by himself he always slept at his own
chambers, as in the old days before he was
married; and his breakfast IA chop and
two eggs was sent in from the Cock.
Twistleton, having heard what FOSs,
his clerk, had to say on the subject of re-
tanners, dismissed him. Then he slammed
| down the windows, which l had opened to
let in what fresh air there was in Old
| square, carefully closed the door, let HIM
self into the hard chair in front of his
writing table and idly leaned over the
papers which were before him. At length
the outer door WsS heard to close; Foss
had departed, and Twistleton broke the
silence.
"Penrose, my dear fellow, I'm uncom-
Portable
Twistleton, may here remark, was al
| ways on the best Of terms with me and
treated me as q friend, for believe was
useful to him. had made great way in
his affection by solcmnly advising him to
marry Miss Trayers when I saw he was
bent on doing so, but, since his marriage,
l am not sure that this course of conduct
Of mine had been altogether to my advan-
tage. looked to him for further ex-
PLANTATION, which 1 saw was coming
"Penrosc, my dear fellow; who do you
think is nt Lady Barndore's?"
shook my head, being entirely in ig-
| nOrancc.
Charley Colston," replied Twistleton,
trying to carve his whiskers with the pa
| per knife. "Charley Colston."
Poor Charley Colston! 1t was well
known that no had paid his addresses to
pretty Mrs. Twistleton in former days,
| and report said she had encouraged them.
No wonder Twistlcton was excited.
knew him to be of an extremely jealous
nature.
'sNow mark me, Penrose, " said Twistle-
ton, shaking his finger at me as he would
| at Lord Usher in tho appeal court, "what
took place yesterday when l was playing
! tennis? The whole time, sir, he and she
| were talking and chatting together, and
laughing-yes, laughing! Perhaps at my
play, for played abominably; know it.
] could not bear to see them"
Twistleton tennis was never first rate.
He had begun to play too late in life. He
was an annoying partner, as he always in
sisted on leading, taking all the difficult
| strokes, and failing at them. He was a
| still more Objectionable opponent, as he
| was always taking technical objections on
! points of practice. Still, however badly
one plays, it is not pleasant to be laughed
! Mt, even by ones wife. / tried to soothe
| Twistleton. but he interrupted me.
"Now there is another point desire to
urge" Twistleton always spoke as though
| he was addressing the court of appeals
"When asked my wife to come back to-
| day, she point blank refused. What do
| you think of think of that?''
Nothing whatever" answered. ssShe
has arranged TO stay. and you are going
| down on Saturday again. l think you
| are making mountains out of molehills -
II hope l am, Penrose, j hope am, !"
replied Twistleton, mournfully; shut you
didn't see them-I did," and Twistleton
| sighed deeply.
Then the subject dropped, and we got
| TO work on a small case. Soon, Twistle-
J ton, with f-complacent smile ON his
countenance, was playing an opinion on
his typewriter 1t was to him, believe,
us though each note he struck produced
deep, mellow tone, and not a capital or
small roman. can remember when
Twistleton first had his typewriter. In
those days he used to sit at it for hours
practicing, hitting first one note and then
the other, at intervals varying between